Seeing Qiu Feng's expression change slightly, which he could hardly conceal, Ji Yuan hurriedly added again.
"I naturally know that the Mountain Imperial Edict is extremely important to Yu Huaishan. If there was another person coming today, I would not have made such a presumptuous request. But since only Mr. Qiu came, I thought it was just a private discussion with old friends and a tentative question!"
After hearing what Ji Yuan said, Qiu Feng immediately felt much better and more relaxed. The pressure of facing the "True Immortal" was also reduced a lot. He did not answer directly, but asked about something he was more concerned about first.
"Excuse me, what is the relationship between Mr. Ji and the Dragon King of Tongtian River?"
With Qiu Feng's level of Taoism, he could be called a "real person" in Yuhuai Mountain. He was considered to be extremely talented. He knew very well that there was a special "anti-dragon formation" engraved on Yuzhu Peak of Yuhuai Mountain in order to guard against the real dragon.
Qiu Feng heard from his master that the relationship between Yu Huaishan and the real dragon was not a good one. Back then, Master Zi Yu offended the old dragon, but he didn't expect that the Chi Jiao could really transform into a dragon successfully. More than two hundred years ago, the real dragon sought revenge on Yu Huaishan, which was a disaster in the history of Yu Huaishan.
Although everything has been peaceful for many years, Yu Huaishan doesn't dare to completely let his guard down.
Ji Yuan was also happy to smooth over the relationship between the two sides.
"Mr. Ying and I are good friends. We met by chance when we were reading in the wilderness. He came here a few days ago and sat where you are now."
Qiu Feng looked down subconsciously, and for a moment he even wanted to change the stone bench, but he didn't show it on the surface.
"But please rest assured, Mr. Qiu. When the real dragon caused trouble in Yu Huai, it was over. Although Mr. Ying sometimes likes to care about things and has never been very happy with your Yu Huai Mountain, he still has some tolerance. He told me personally that the matter has long been exposed."
Qiu Feng was slightly excited. He leaned forward and asked carefully and solemnly.
"Are you serious, Mr. Ji?"
Ji Yuan glanced at him and placed the black piece in his hand on the chessboard.
"If Mr. Ying is not so bored that he deliberately deceives me, then it is true."
These words made Qiu Feng's brows relax and he bowed to Ji Yuan.
"Thank you, Mr. Ji!"
In Qiu Feng's opinion, this news is actually very important to Yu Huaishan now. Considering the long-term situation, the credibility is not low. Besides, it is hard to say whether Mr. Ji has helped Yu Huaishan.
After all, the phrase "letting go of past regrets" may have only come about recently.
"As for Mr. Ji's wish to see the mountain's imperial edict, it is definitely not something I can decide on my own. I even think the hope is not great. After all, there has never been such a precedent."
Ji Yuan had been mentally prepared for this. Originally, this was a sudden idea he came up with after Lao Long mentioned the Mountain Talisman Edict, and it was just a starting point for discussion.
"Thank you Mr. Qiu for conveying this matter. Have some tea!"
Ji Yuan picked up the teapot to refill Qiu Feng's cup, and changed the topic by chatting, discussing with Qiu Feng his views on the rumors about Tianji Pavilion.
In fact, the real stuff comes after this. Ji Yuan either asks indirectly or very sincerely about the situations of other immortal palaces, immortal ways, blessed places and caves.
It seemed that he was asking Yu Huaishan whether he knew what all parties thought about the rumors about Tianji Pavilion, but he would always curiously ask about the inside story of each immortal palace. There were many things that even the old dragon didn't know.
Qiu Feng naturally knew everything about these things, and treated it as a casual chat to get closer to Mr. Ji. However, he was a little puzzled as to why Mr. Ji was too isolated from the news.
But seeing that Mr. Ji seemed to be interested in everything, Qiu Feng was also in high spirits. He would pick some interesting topics to talk about and would also elaborate on certain details in response to Ji Yuan's questions.
In fact, although immortal cultivators are better able to control their emotions, they are similar to mortals in some things. For example, some of the immortal palaces have quarreled with each other during certain gatherings because of different views on the inner world and the refining of magic power. Both sides insisted on their own views and argued, and almost came to a fight, and they still dislike each other until now.
Not only Ji Yuan was interested in this kind of thing, but Qiu Feng himself also found it quite interesting when he talked about it. Even if a cultivator is pure and desireless, it is still relative. It's just that the level of things they care about is different from that of ordinary people.
This kind of alternative gossip could not be heard from Lao Long, so Ji Yuan spent the whole day setting up the chess game and communicating with Qiu Feng to listen to these interesting information, which gave him a more intuitive understanding of the various parties in the orthodox world of immortal cultivation.
It seems that the rumors about the Tianji Pavilion have been spread to some unknown place by Ji Yuan a long time ago, but in fact all the information is serving this matter, on the premise that Ji Yuan is the only person in all walks of life who knows the truth about the so-called "Dazhen Qi".
'It's probably me!'
This judgment was made without any pressure, and it was not because of any overconfidence or anything like that. The fact was just as Lao Long had said as a joke at the beginning.
After chatting for a long time with a kind person like Ji Yuan, Qiu Feng inevitably had the illusion that he was really familiar with Mr. Ji.
Qiu Feng talked with some purpose about how he sought to become an immortal and his cultivation journey from childhood to the present, and also expressed his feelings about his hometown and former relatives, before he asked tentatively.
"Mr. Ji, I wonder which fairyland you came from to this remote corner of the southern part of the Eastern Cloud Continent? Of course I know that you are not here for the so-called 'Dazhen Qi Ji Dao Yuan'. After all, you have been here for many years. But if people from the outside world knew about it, they would inevitably think too much. Even the rest of us in Yuhuai Mountain would think so."
Hearing Qiu Feng's words, Ji Yuan's first reaction was to find it a bit absurd, because in fact he really came here for the "Qi Ji Dao Yuan" and was the person who had the greatest relationship with it in the world.
Ji Yuan thought carefully about Qiu Feng's question for a while. Although he thought about just making up a lie, he felt it was too absurd and might have trouble covering it up. Fortunately, he told the truth. Whether Qiu Feng believed it or not was his own business.
"In fact, Ji is not a foreigner. My hometown is the land of Dazhen. As for why Ji is so ignorant, haha, maybe it's because I'm lazy, maybe I didn't have the interest in it before, or maybe it's just because I had a deep dream..."
I talked a lot with Qiu Feng today, so when Ji Yuan was further perfecting the composition of this world in his mind, he also felt a little emotional, especially when he heard Qiu Feng talk about his journey from childhood to adulthood and from mortal to immortal, his emotions also fluctuated. He spoke casually at the beginning, but couldn't help sighing at the end, and subconsciously sighed in his heart.
"When I woke up, the world was turned upside down..."
At this moment, Ji Yuan held the white piece in his hand with a dazed look in his eyes. He seemed to be looking at the chessboard in front of the table, or as if he was looking at the overall situation of the world in which the chess was originally developed. At the same time, there were still some bits and pieces of his previous life mixed in his mind.
This change in mood brought about a peculiar Taoist connotation. The visible and invisible artistic conception of mountains and rivers and the criss-crossing chess paths combined with Ji Yuan's external Qi energy, making the area around Ju'an Pavilion become hazy, as if it was independent of Ning'an County, and as if it was truly integrated with heaven and earth.
Qiu Feng was still holding the teacup in his right hand, while his left hand had already grasped the corner of his long gown under the table. His mind was feeling the changing energy of heaven and man at this moment, and it was hard to describe how vast it was.
It was obvious to Qiu Feng that Ji Yuan had not finished speaking. He could only say that the rest was expressed through this kind of divine will and Taoism. For the first moment, Qiu Feng seemed to see a sense of vicissitudes of life at the turn of the centuries, accompanied by a heavy pressure, which not only shook his Tao heart, but also gave him the urge to break out in a cold sweat for the first time in a long time.
There was even a vague feeling of palpitations that I dared not look too deeply into.
“Pah…”
Ji Yuan seemed to realize that he was distracted. The crisp sound of the white piece falling on the chessboard interrupted everything. The small pavilion was still the small pavilion, and the summer was still summer.
The pressure of the secrets of heaven and earth inevitably leaked out a little just now, and an immortal cultivator like Qiu Feng, whose mind is clear and his qi is sharp, might have also felt it a little.
Fortunately, he only felt a little bit. If the degree was ten or twenty times deeper, Ji Yuan would not be considered to have revealed the secret, but Qiu Feng's Taoism would probably have collapsed.
"Cultivators like you and me are still human beings after all. Sometimes we get sentimental when we get older. Please forgive me for making fun of you, Mr. Qiu!"
Ji Yuan could only give this far-fetched explanation.
"It's no problem, it's no problem!"
Qiu Feng wanted to say something else but didn't dare to be as casual as before. He could only say "it's okay" repeatedly. He has been practicing for nearly two hundred years, but has never experienced this kind of magical and terrifying "sentimentality".
The person in front of him was clearly the same person who was placing the chess pieces on the bamboo slips, and there was no power or divine light emitted from him. However, this put even more invisible pressure on Qiu Feng than before, so much so that he did not dare to speak casually and fell silent.
"Mr. Ji, I'm back!"
"I'm back too~~"
The voices of Yin Qing and Hu Yun were heard one after another from outside the courtyard, and then the gate was pushed open, and a man and a fox rushed into Ju'an Pavilion one after another.
"Uh... there are guests..."
Yin Qing saw Qiu Feng stiffen for a moment and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the red fox. The latter was also frozen to the side as if hit by the immobilization spell studied by Ji Yuan. Didn’t the fox just say that it didn’t smell any other scents
"Let's stop here today. I'm sure Mr. Qiu is in a hurry to go back, so I won't keep you here for dinner. Thank you for your guidance today, Mr. Qiu."
Originally, Ji Yuan wanted to keep Qiu Feng to chat for a while, but seeing that he seemed to be unable to relax.
Qiu Feng stood up as if he had been pardoned and bowed to Ji Yuan.
"No, no, I am just chatting with Mr. Ji. As for the matter of borrowing the imperial edict to take a look, I will report it truthfully."
Ji Yuan also stood up to return the greeting and walked Qiu Feng to the courtyard gate.
"Please give my regards to the Wei family father and son, Mr. Qiu. And the same goes for your nephew Yi Yi."
"Don't worry, Mr. Ji. Qiu Feng will definitely bring it here and will not miss it. I will visit you again someday. Bye!"
"Okay, I wish Mr. Qiu a safe journey!"
After the two of them said goodbye to each other again, Qiu Feng left the pavilion.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Qiu Feng certainly couldn't fly away on the spot. Instead, he walked along the streets like a normal person, and only after he hurriedly left the city did he ride the wind back to Yuhuai Mountain.
After chatting for a whole day, they actually got a lot of important information. The fact that Lao Long had already let it go was enough for Yu Huaishan to digest, but Qiu Feng felt that Mr. Ji's existence itself was no trivial matter.
As the wind blew, his fur coat rustled and his hair fluttered in the wind. This time he did not control himself and became one with the wind. Instead, he let the wind brush his face, while his thoughts were still on the Ju'an Pavilion in Ning'an County.
"Is this the Taoist Immortal? What is Mr. Ji feeling sad about..."
Qiu Feng subconsciously trembled in the sky, and even the wind he controlled became a little disordered. He didn't dare to have any more fantasies and used his magic power to fly away.